The Cream of Oreos

Posted on August 5, 2005 in Writing

All of us in my writing group found that we had nothing to share, so we called it off. It’s been a dry summer for all of us. An unknown essence — perhaps mixed in with the cream of Oreo cookies (wait, I never eat Oreos) — sands our thoughts smooth. It is in the roughness and the scratches that I find inspiration, at least. A finished board takes the paint well. The paint, however, obscures. And that is the nature of my output since summer began. You can count on me to be excited about things and laugh, but don’t ask me for lines. I’m groping like a man without a spacesuit in the cocoa-colored dust of the moon.

Soon it will come.